I tried.
I was as good as I could be.
We were best friends I thought.
We were friends but with some benefits.
I wasn't good enough and you left.
Everyone leaves but I honestly didn't think you would.
I guess I'm still niave.
I told you things that I wouldn't anyone else and you threw them away like our friendship.
I don't remember the last time we had a real conversation.
I don't remember you wanting to be my friend.
I miss you so much.
I tried but it wasn't enough.
I also think it has to do with her.
She's always hated me.
You're in love with her.
You always listen to her.
Did she tell you to leave me?
I just want to know why
Please tell me what I did wrong.
I miss you.
Come back to me.

This memory I have
Of the you I used to know
It's wrong on so many levels
But its made me grow
Taught me lessons
Of things I should know
About your character
The way you truly are
But it doesn't really matter
The truth can only go so far
The way that feels
And how I'll ultimately deal
I could never conceal
The love I feel is real
Its a shame
You don't feel the same way
Cause there's just something about me
And I knew there was chemistry
But for some reason
You never gave a **** about me
All the things I did
And would've always done for you
You'd think you'd learn
You'd think you'd have seen
But for some reason
You never gave a **** about me

Your lips, love me fondly  
whispering life into the dormant
butterflies trapped in the
pit falls of my untrusting stomach

Your hands touch me lightly,
hesitant not to overwhelm
but never will I get enough
of their warm grasp

Your laugh lights a spark
in the heart of my forgotten humor
bringing happiness to my smile
illuminating darkness

Your passion will set the world on fire,
burning down the wrongs
replacing them with your affection
powered by past affliction  

I pray your lips, your hands,
your laugh, your passion…
do not forget me in the
flames

I don't quite know why it is
That I feel a great sense of loss
On nights when I can't stay awake
Until the early hours of the next morning.
It isn't as if I would make use of the time.
I spend those hours mostly in quiet,
Sitting by myself in the darkness,
Doing nothing but existing.
Maybe that's enough.
A reminder that
I'm still alive.
Yet idle.